The Gang Girl

Epilogue- Home

AN//  It's over! I can't believe it. Thank you all for staying with me throughout my patchy updates and chronic cases of writers block. I appreciate all of you so, so much. Thank you. If you'd like to continue dealing with said patchy updates, please, go check out my new story- A Bad Boy's Secret.//

Saying goodbye to my parents and my brothers was easy.

The rift between myself and them had never been fully repaired over the last 4 years. My brothers tried, really tried. They sat down, and they explained the situation our parents had placed them in. They made an effort, something I truly appreciated, and we're back to the way we once were before our father let the cat out of the bag.

But our parents were a completely different story, and I know that moving back to Germany was the best option for us

Saying goodbye to the people I'd made friends with over the years was harder.

They had become my family. My shoulders to cry on, my rock.

They are normal and have no idea what kind of world I'd been raised in. They'll never know I was raised in a world where parents taught their children how to use all sorts of weaponry before they've even started school.

Saying goodbye to my now 9 years-old baby sister, who I had played a part in raising, is nearly impossible.

"You can't leave me. You can't. I don't want to stay here with the boys, they smell and they're just, ugh." she crinkles her little button nose up at the prospect of having to wait until her thirteenth year, while being around the boys and their partners, before she could come and live with me in Germany and 'experience our heritage.'

I chuckle at her attitude and look over at our brothers, giving them the 'yeah, have fun with that' look before returning my gaze to her, watching her cross her arms across her chest and raise an eyebrow at me, waiting for an answer.

Woah.

She is definitely my sister.

You don't say.

"You're nine, how do you have such an attitude?" I return her raised eyebrow look, tugging on one of her tight dutch braids.

"I am your sister. It's your fault, really." She rolled her eyes.

I honestly feel like she can read my mind sometimes.

"Mmm-hmm. Sure it is."

"I am armed you know that right?" She jokingly points out.

"So am I." I respond, taking on a wicked smile.

"Alexis, no." She starts backing away from me, mock fear on her face.

I take a couple of steps towards her and lean down, tickling her sides, making her squeal and try to wriggle away from me, not succeeding fast enough before I caught her up in a hug, lifting her off of the ground and burying my face in her hair, trying to memorise the feel of my youngest sibling before I had to leave her.

She wraps her arms around my neck.

"I really don't want you to go." She whispers as the announcement is made that my flight was ready for boarding.

"I'll call every week. I'll come back for Christmas."

"Swear it?"

"Gang girls honour." I pull back and smile, watching her smile in return at our inside joke.

I put her back on the ground and pick my backpack up off of the chair I'd vacated when talking to Kiana.

Leaning down, I place a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, little sister."

"I love you too, big sis."

I pull her into one last hug, watching as the line to my flight got longer, knowing I wasn't wasting time.

Not really.

I pull away, feeling a piece of my heart tearing away to stay with her, and Kaspar was instantly there, picking her up as she started crying.

I called out goodbye to the rest of my family and walk away, only turning to look back once before my ticket got scanned at the gate exit.

Goodbye.

****

The morning sun was shining when my plane landed in Berlin's international airport.

Ew.

You know what, stop being such a pessimist. The sunshine is good. Don't jinx it.

Well, fuck you.

I can't fuck myself.

The arrivals lounge of the international lounge was mostly empty, the only people being in the space the other passengers of my flight and the people here to pick them up.

He sees me before I see him, pushing his way through the crowd to get to me.

"There is like nobody here, you couldn't have, I don't know, walked outside of the crowd?" He looks down at me, raising an eyebrow as he notices the latest addition to all of my ear piercings- an industrial piercing that my tightly braided hair, the blonde style to match my sister's brunette, showed off.

"Oh, darling, you can't be that desperate to take a lady dressed in all black back home, are you?" I drawl, looking him up and down.

His jaw nearly went through the floor at my attitude. 

"My, my. What a difference 4 years make."

"What a difference 4 years, good company and not having people trying to kill you makes." I correct.

"You know I liked the old you. But, I think I love the new you." He looked down at me, awed at the sureness and confidence that I had transformed from a mask into my actual face.

"You told me once that if I wasn't such a bitch, and we weren't in rival gangs, you'd take me out for dinner. I'm not as much of a bitch as I used to be, and we don't have rival gangs anymore. Are you all talk, or can you walk the talk? Because you can't love all this without doing the process right." I say, inspecting my nails while waiting for a response.

When I didn't get once, I looked up, an eyebrow raised.

"I don't think I can wait that long. Besides, I have a better idea."

"Oh?"

He simply answered by grabbing my face in between his hands, leaning down and brushing a surprisingly gentle kiss on my lips. When he pulled back, he leant his forehead against mine, smiling.

"You'll have to take me out for dinner, anyway." I whisper, smiling back at him.

"Why's that?"

"Because I once had a guy tell me I had some shit to sort out. And during that sorting out, I came to a wonderful conclusion."

"Would you care to share?" His smile was getting wider by the second.

"That I want to learn how to walk with you before we run." I place a quick kiss on his lips again and step away.

He looked at me, pleasantly surprised by finally finding a lady that didn't want to instantly jump into bed with him, and could make her own decisions.

"Dinner. 6 o'clock. Wherever you want to go." He finally said, still smiling at me.

"We'll decide that later. For now, I want to go home."

"Then let's go home, Alexis."